#Jack krauser x you

[lipglossanon]

Turbo Killer

Real Dad!Leon S. Kennedy x daughter fem!reader (quasi foursome) w/ Dad!Jack Krauser x daughter!Ashley

shoutout to the anon who gave me this idea! It’s all smut so if your here for any plot, you’re looking in the wrong place 🤣

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, INCEST, DEAD DOVE, multiple pairings (slight Ashley x Leon & Krauser x reader before Leon x reader & Krauser x Ashley), fingering, dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, creampies

not proofread

title from Turbo Killer by Carpenter Brut

Your dad easily talks you into going up to the cabin for the weekend once he says Jack Krauser and his daughter are tagging along. Having someone else there helps keep your thoughts away from picturing you on your knees for Leon; you’re sure he wouldn’t appreciate the thought even as it makes you wet between the legs. (This messed up train of thought hasn’t stopped occurring since you accidentally walked in on him changing last week). 

Truthfully, after graduating college, you two don’t really see each other as much so it was a surprise he even invited you out for the weekend. To make up for lost time, he told you over the phone. So now, you’re pulling up in front of the family vacation home with your dad’s friend and his daughter parking behind. 

Ashley, Mr. Krauser’s daughter, is bubbly and sweet; she brings you out of your shell in no time even though you haven’t seen each other in years. You’re actually looking forward to this impromptu weekend getaway. Until hours later, you walk into the guest room and see your dad fingering Ashley on the bed. 

“Sorry, baby. You weren’t supposed to see,” his dark blue eyes stare at you, not stopping as he continues to press his fingers inside Ashley’s wet cunt which is bared to the room since her skirt’s flipped up over her hips. 

You don’t know what to say, completely rooted to the spot. Your own pussy throbs as you watch your dad finger your friend. She tries to get him to stop, but he’s pinning her in place, making her take his rough fingerfucking until she cries out. Ashely cums all over Leon’s fingers and he watches you the entire time. 

“Starting without me?” A rough voice rings out behind you. 

A pair of hands sneak around and grope your chest as Mr. Krauser presses against your back. Gasping low in your throat, you watch your dad drop his gaze from your eyes down to your breasts.

“Sorry, she just seemed like she needed it,” Leon smirks, looking up over your shoulder, and Mr. Krauser laughs. 

A calloused hand slides up your skirt and palms your mound. 

“Seems like this chubby little pussy’s soaking wet, sweetheart,” he growls loud enough for your dad to hear. 

“Is that so?” Leon’s stare makes you squirm, “bring her over here, we can share the bed. Right, princess?” he directs the last part to Ashley, who’s still trying to catch her breath.

She only whines in response, making both of them chuckle. 

“Let Jack take care of you, baby,” your dad coos as the other man guides you to the bed. 

In a blur of motion, Jack slips off his clothes before helping you out of your own. Glancing over to the side you watch your dad and Ashley do the same. Seeing Leon completely naked makes your clit pulse with heat. 

“Little pussy’s so wet already,” Jack praises, bending you over the bed and pushing you forward until you're on your hands and knees, mirroring Ashley’s position in front of you. 

“This one too,” Leon groans, “her cunt’s dripping all over the bed.”

You and Ashley whine, fingers tangling together to hold hands as each of your dad’s slide their fat dicks into your holes. 

“Aww look how sweet,” Jack mocks, “holding hands while we rail your sweet little pussies.”

Shuddering, you arch your back deeper, pressing against Jack as he pulls halfway out to thrust back into your cunt. A loud moan from Ashley pulls your attention back to the couple in front of you. 

“God your dad’s so big,” she whimpers, burying her face in the sheets as Leon hammers his cock deep into her pussy, balls slapping against her clit. 

“Yeah?” you mewl, eyes greedily watching as his slick shiny dick pulls out until just the head stretches her cunt open. 

“Yeah,” she repeats, shuddering as he bullies back into her soaked hole, “s’fat cock.”

You moan loudly and your dad’s dark blue eyes cut over to you; his gaze feels like a physical caress as he drags it down your body to see Jack splitting you open on his cock. 

“Your dad feels good, too,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut as Jack bottoms out again, stretching you open deliciously, “oh god, Mr. Krauser, please.”

You watch as Leon fucks Ashley harder into the mattress, your own pussy fluttering wildly around Jack’s thick length as jealousy burns bright in your chest. You’re unable to stop looking at how his cock thrusts in and out of her wet pussy, the dizzying thought of wishing it were you making you leak more slick around Jack’s dick. 

“You like that?” a gravelly tone murmurs against your ear, “like watching your dad fuck my little girl?”

“Yes sir,” you whimper, knees spreading wider to arch your ass out, tits squished against the mattress as Jack presses his chest down along your back. 

“Bet you wish it was your sweet little cunt he was reaming, huh?” He chuckles meanly and bites your ear, “what a filthy slut, gagging for her daddy’s dick.”

Your loud cry gets muffled as Jack grinds his thick cock into the spongy spot along the front of your pussy while covering your mouth with his broad palm. 

“Be careful with her,” Leon growls out, eyes watching you two. 

Your pussy pulses and clenches around Jack and he groans. 

“Keep talking to’er and she’s gonna fucking cream all over my dick, Leon.”

Your dad grunts, hips losing their rhythm as he pounds into Ashley more roughly. 

“Is that true, sweetheart?”

Eyes rolling back, you squeal behind Jack’s palm as you grow even closer to cumming. 

“Yeah, daddy, you’re g’nna make me cum.”

Leon groans and pulls his cock out, hand tightening around the base so he doesn’t spill too early. 

“Daddy,” Ashley whines high in her throat, “wanna swap.”

Jack and Leon moan almost in unison.

“Swapping sounds good,” Jack grunts, eyes watching his daughter’s tits bounce as Leon fucks into her one last time before pulling out, “c’mon over here, princess, let daddy fill you up.”

Mewling, Ashley crawls forward as Leon grabs your arms to tug you over onto his side.

“Such a hot little cunt,” your dad moans, pushing your thighs up to your chest, “want daddy to split you open, baby?”

“Please, please,” you gasp, eyes rolling back when he smacks his cock down onto your clit, “please, daddy.”

“Fuck,” he bites out, notching the head at your drippy hole before sliding slowly into your snug walls, “fat fucking pussy needs dicked down, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you choke out a whine, “need it so bad.”

Another masculine moan echoes in the air as Ashley squeals. 

“Daddy, s’too deep,” she whimpers, “you’re going to f-fast.”

“But you’re pretty pussy’s taking it so well, princess,” he goads, laughing when he pulls out and bullies his cock back into her soaked cunt, “look at that, my pretty girl’s made for taking her dad’s dick.”

Listening to Jack fuck Ashley sends your arousal spiraling higher. 

“How’s that sweet hole, Leon? Good?” Jack grunts, hips snapping forward to bury himself fully inside his daughter. 

“S’good,” your dad sighs as he slowly thrusts in and out making you clench repeatedly around his fat length, “fuck, better than her mom.”

Jack laughs crudely, “Same here.”

You whimper up at Leon who smiles down at you. 

“My special girl,” he leans forward and kisses you messily, tongue licking into your panting mouth. 

You lose yourself to your dad’s tongue filled kisses as he grinds himself deeper into your cunt, leaking tip kissing your cervix and making you clamp down on him. The loud slap of skin meeting skin fades to white noise as you strain to listen to the little grunts and moans slipping from Leon’s mouth. 

Every now and then the squeals and whines from Ashley or low rumbling grunts from Jack will pull your attention, but it’s few and far between with the way your dad is rearranging your guts. 

“Daddy, ‘m close,” you whisper, tears beading your lash line as he rubs against your g-spot over and over again, “‘m so close.”

 “You’re gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cream daddy’s cock and show’em how much you love this?” He croons nastily, fingers coming down to press against your clit, “gonna let daddy breed your soft little pussy?”

You head thrashes, hips bucking wildly before he presses down on your waist with his free hand to pin you down on the bed. 

“Tell me, sweetheart,” his voice hardens, “say it.”

“Want daddy to breed me,” you gasp out like it hurts to say, “want you to breed my pussy.”

A throaty groan slips out and he circles your clit with quick firm swipes of his fingers. 

“Of course, baby,” he smiles, all faux sweetness that sticks to your tongue like rotten honey, “daddy only wants to make you happy.”

Your pussy flutters and clenches around him as he continues to tease your swollen clit. Ashley’s moaning has you twisting your body so you can look back at her and Mr. Krauser. Jack has his daughter bent in a full nelson now, cock pistoning up into her cunt as slick drips all down her thighs and his balls. 

“Daddy, feels so good,” her toes curl as her eyes flutter, “love it so much.”

You watch her breasts bounce, nipples hard, while Jack hammers up into her sopping wet hole. She whimpers and tosses her head back against his shoulder and he growls down at her. 

“Looks fun,” Leon whispers against your ear, grabbing your attention back, “wanna try that next? After daddy stuffs your sweet little cunny.”

Body shuddering, the band of arousal tightens a fraction more as he pinches your clit and fucks into your pussy. 

“D-don’t call it that,” you plead, tears slipping from the corner of your eyes.

“Hmm? Don’t like cunny, sweetheart? Only like when I call it your pussy?” He laughs mockingly, “don’t think it matters. I’ll call it what I want since I own it. This is daddy’s little hole.”

More slick gushes around his cock and he laughs harder, hips rabbiting into your squelching heat as you cry, feeling too much but not enough— the need to cum overwhelming in its intensity. 

“The first time, I wanna watch your face as you cum around my cock,” he kisses the apple of your cheek, dichotomic from the harsh way he bullies his cock into your cunt.  

He pulls back to spit on the hood of your clit, fingers smearing it across the pudgy bundle of nerves until you’re keening high in your throat. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you pant, gaze trapped on his, “fuck, daddy, you’re gonna make me cum.” 

A few more grinding thrusts rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt paired with his slippery fingers on your sensitive clit is enough to push you over the edge, the band of arousal snapping and letting your orgasm overtake your senses. 

“That’s it, squeeze my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs down at your twitching body, “daddy’s so close to breeding your hot little cunt.”

Your pussy clenches and pulses around his cock as he thrusts forward, never fully leaving your hole until he buries himself balls deep. With a low groan, he pumps his thick load into your cunt, walls milking him as thick spurts of cum fill your pussy until it’s leaking out around his dick. 

“Damn, haven’t nutted that hard in years,” he kisses you sloppily on the lips, “my sweet daughter’s got the kinda pussy that’s made for daddy’s creampies, huh?”

With another low chuckle, he pulls out with a loud squelch, hissing as his half hard cock rests on your mound, smearing creamy spend all over your pussy lips. He presses you down into the bed with his body as he kisses you, biting your bottom lip before drooling a line of spit into your open mouth. 

“Drink up,” he pats your cheek, “daddy likes it when girls swallow.”

Goosebumps break out across your skin, sucking Leon’s tongue into your mouth and swallowing the spit he gives you. Jack’s low groan pulls your dad’s gaze and in turn yours; he has Ashley on her back, cock buried in her pussy as she digs her nails into his shoulders. 

“Cumming, princess,” his hands flex on her thighs as he bucks against her, “take it, take it.”

With a low whine, Ashley scratches down Jack’s chest, “Feel so full, daddy. I’m g’nna cum again.”

Leon continues to kiss down your neck, biting and sucking the skin while you watch Ashley cum on her dad’s dick as he pumps her full of his load. When Jack pulls out, his cock’s covered with a mix of cum and slick, making your own pussy flutter around nothing. Your dad’s hot mouth suckles a hard nipple as he pinches the other making you cry out, drawing the attention of the other two. 

“Round two?” Jack asks, scarred face grinning as he gestures down to his half hard cock. 

Leon hums and raises up to face him, “Sure, but I’m using this little pussy all night.”

“We can swap some other time,” Mr. Krauser grins at him, smacking his cock down onto his daughter’s messy cunt, “I’m happy with this for now.”

Leon grins in return, “Me too.”

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Headcanon/Preference # 36

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW (some subtle NSFW)

Reading time (roughly) - 4 minutes

• Leon S. Kennedy •

• Leon loves it for so many reasons. Firstly it's because of just how pretty it makes your lips, so kissable and shiny. Secondly he loves it because you love it, plain and simple, he's an amazing boyfriend.

• Leon not only likes seeing what new lip gloss you buy, but he also honestly enjoys going with you to pick out new lip gloss. But he will point out when you've obtained a bit too much lip gloss, and very very subtlety try to coax you into not buying more for a bit, at least until your stockpile has dwindled a bit.

• Leon never knew about plumping lip gloss until after you'd applied it, and kissed him later on. He was so shocked by it, and so confused at first. He grew to love it, but if he's being honest, his favorites are the ones that give your lips a unique tone. Like greys, purples, blues, and oranges.

• Jack Krauser •

• Jack honestly loves it so much it feels very out of character for him. Like he's borderline obsessed with how it looks on you, and even with how it feels when you kiss. So he's always stealing kisses whenever you reapply it.

• He buys you new lip gloss all the damn time. You could have hundreds, and he'd be still buy atleast one more. He especially likes plumping lip gloss, and how it makes your kisses feel electric.

• Jack especially loves how it feels when you kiss his scars while wearing lip gloss. I mean he loves it even without the lip gloss, but with it it's just that much better. Plus it makes it feel like your kisses are lingering on his skin, and he lives for that.

• Albert Wesker •

• Wesker honestly kinda hated it in the beginning of your relationship. He likes how it looks, well he loves it actually. But didn't much care for the feeling of it when you'd kiss.

• Eventually however he grew to appreciate it in a way. It was just another part of you by this point, and if for whatever reason you aren't wearing it when he steals a kiss, he'll just immediately assume something is wrong.

• Sometimes Wesker will forget to wipe off the lip gloss you left behind after a kiss. And when someone makes a stupid comment about it, he might just remark about how he's also got your lip gloss smears on his dick, just to shut them up... Even if it's true.

• Chris Redfield •

• Chris won't lie, he hates it. He likes how it looks on you, and he likes that it makes you happy and all. But Chris simply can't stand the way it feels, to him it just feels oily and gross. You end up getting into the habit of wiping it off his lips for him after every kiss.

• He doesn't mind it in the end, and won't try to convince you to stop wearing it. It's something you like, so he'll tolerate it for you with little complaint. He'll also compliment you whenever he notices you're wearing a new shade.

• Sometimes Chris just likes to take his thumb and run it across your bottom lip. And just watching the lip gloss smear is almost sensual in a way, it definitely feels very intimate that's for sure, but sometimes it almost feels more than just intimate.

• Luis Sera •

• Luis adores it so so much. Your lips are so soft from all the lip gloss use, and now his lips are so much softer from kissing you all the time, and simply never wiping the lip gloss off of his lips. Plus your lip gloss makes your kisses even sweeter.

• Totally keeps an extra tube of lip gloss in his pocket on the off chance you forget yours, or if you happen to loose yours. And yes the one he carries is definitely one of your absolute favorites, and he most likely bought it for you in the first place.

• Luis really enjoys when you pepper his face and neck with kisses, smearing your lip gloss over his warm skin, it feels like a kiss that'll last forever. And he craves more every single time. He's also totally the type to try your lip gloss out for himself, probably with you present even.

• Lucas Baker •

• Similar to Wesker, Lucas hated it from the very beginning... He also likes the way it looks, how shiny and appealing it makes your lips. But he never could stand the feeling of it, even when you'd kiss his cheek.

• Unlike Wesker on the other hand, Lucas still fucking hates it, with a goddamn passion he hates it. And he will literally (and dramatically) wipe his mouth of it after every single kiss, even when he was the one to initiate the kiss in the first place.

• Lucas will 1,000% try to convince you to stop wearing lip gloss. If he can't convince you to stop wearing it all together, he'll at least try to convince you to stop wearing it so much. He will throw a bit of a fit if you won't give it up. He also groans and rolls his eyes whenever you buy new lip gloss of course.

• Billy Coen •

• Billy teases the hell out of you for wearing lip gloss all the time, but don't let him fool ya, he loves it. It makes you look extra cute, especially when you're reapplying it. Plus it feels nice and silky, so it's a win win in his book.

• Despite his teasing, Billy enjoys watching you apply your lip gloss. Sometimes he'll tease you about making a mess, and intentionally smear it real bad. Afterwards stealing a quick kiss of course. And sometimes he'll just randomly get you a new lip gloss and be like it made me think of you. He's so cute it's annoying sometimes.

• Will beg you to keep your lip gloss on when y'all get down an dirty, especially if you're going to give him head. Then he'll tease you for leaving lip gloss smears on him, and then get salty if you try wiping it away.

This ones been sitting in my drafts since last year! Totally forgot about it, and I hadn't finished it, until like 10 minutes ago. ┐(￣ヮ￣)┌ Anyways I hope you enjoyed. I originally wanted it to be longer, but I'm content with it the way it is.

[a-sleepy-raven]

Heya! Can you perhaps write some general relationship headcanons for leon, luis and krauser?

Hey there! Thank you for your request, I had a lot of fun working on this one. :) Hope you enjoy!

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Luis Serra, Jack Krauser

Notes: not proofread, might be slighty ooc

General relationship HCs (gn!reader)

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon is unfortunately quite used to losing people close to him, so he’s incredibly hesitant to actually start a relationship with you. He can’t help but be convinced that he’s going to lose you too sooner or later, be it because something happens to you or because you realize that he’s not what you want or need and decide to leave him – hence why he probably tries to push you away at first. 

However, once you manage to get him, Leon is yours forever. He’s a loyal and loving partner and will do everything in his power to make you happy, especially since he’s well aware that being in a relationship with him isn’t always easy. It honestly never ceases to amaze him that you’re willing to put up with all of this – the traumatic stuff he went through in the past, the fact that he’s not allowed to talk about anything regarding his work and that he sometimes has to leave for weeks without being able to tell you where he’s going – and he really appreciates that you’re still by his side.

Especially in the beginning of your relationship, Leon struggled with letting his guard down. Like I said, he has gone through so much and feels like he can’t deal with losing another person he cares about, so he has been really cautious and hesitant at first. But as the time passed and the two of you got closer, Leon found himself realizing that he can’t imagine his life without you in it. The fear of losing you will never leave him completely but he became more confident about your relationship over time and now, you’re one of the few people he trusts completely.

He’s not one to get jealous easily since he trusts you and knows that you would never betray him like that. But he still hates when others are clearly trying to flirt with you, especially if you’re obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation. It makes his blood boil when someone is unable to respect your boundaries, and in moments like that, he definitely won’t hesitate to step in.

Loves to cuddle with you. There’s just something so soothing and calming about your presence and whenever he feels the urge to just shut the entire world out, he just pulls you close and buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

Luis Serra

Better be prepared for lots of teasing and flirting because Luis likes to see you all flustered. Even before you got together, he never missed an opportunity to flirt with you, mainly to catch your interest, but also because he enjoyed figuring out which kind of comments and compliments make you blush. Also, lots of pet names, both before and after you started dating, though they became sweeter and more loving once you got together. 

People who don’t know him might assume that he’s incapable of being in a relationship since they only see his flirtatious and charming nature, but Luis is actually very faithful and would never betray you in any way. He often jokes that he has no reason to flirt with someone else because he’s already got the main prize by his side. He loves and adores you with every fiber of his being, and he’s 100 percent sure that there’s no one out there who could make him feel more loved than you do.

You wouldn’t expect it but Luis actually turns into a blushing and flustered mess whenever you compliment him. Your words are always so genuine that it makes him melt on the spot, although he really tries his best to hide it because he feels like he has a reputation to lose and therefore doesn’t want to embarrass himself, not even in front of you. However, you know him well enough to still see the effect your words have on him. 

So. Many. Kisses. Luis uses every opportunity to press his lips to yours, your forehead or your cheeks. He’s someone who doesn’t mind PDA in general but if you’re uncomfortable with it, he accepts and respects that too because he’d never ignore any boundaries you set.

Luis also loves to surprise you, be it with small gifts like your favorite flowers or date nights. To be honest, he just likes to show you off because to him, you’re absolutely perfect and he wants everyone to see how adorable and beautiful his partner is. 

Jack Krauser

Krauser definitely isn’t someone to fall head over heels in love with someone or to dive head first into a relationship. It’s pretty hard to earn his respect and his trust, and on top of that, a part of him will always see loving someone as some kind of weakness. He’s also so used to being alone that he’s convinced he doesn’t need anyone else. So, you probably need a lot of patience, especially in the beginning of your relationship. 

It’s pretty important that you don’t ask too many questions about his job or his past. Krauser is a man with many secrets, and he most likely won’t ever feel comfortable enough to share any of this with you, so it’s best to just accept that he doesn’t want to talk about it. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you but to him, it’s a fact that it’s best if you don’t know anything about these things – especially since it’s already risky to be in a relationship with him in the first place. (And though he might never admit it, he’d hate himself for letting anything happen to you.)

With that being said, there’s nothing Krauser wouldn’t do to keep you safe and sound. He knows first-hand how shitty the world can be, and should someone dare to lay a hand on you, he won’t hesitate to make them pay for it. Though he often acts like he doesn’t care about anyone else but himself, he fiercely protects those who are important to him, no ifs, no buts – and if it means that he has to put his own life at risk in the process, then so be it. I think he’d also offer to teach you some basic self-defense, just in case that you ever find yourself in a situation where these skills might come in handy. 

He never lets his guard down completely, not even around you, and he’s not easy to love. However, that doesn’t mean he’s a bad partner or that he doesn’t care about you. Since he’s not overly affectionate (as in, he rarely initiates kisses or cuddles himself), he finds other ways to show how important you are to him, for example by making sure that you drink enough water or take your meds etc. He pays close attention to everything you do and therefore notices even the slightest changes in your behavior, so he immediately knows when something’s bothering you. And though Krauser is not be the best at comforting people, he still tries to cheer you up because he doesn’t like to see you all sad and gloomy. 

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider reblogging, liking and/or leaving some feedback. I'd really appreciate the support! <3

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Only You ( And You Alone ) ♡

( Jack Krauser x GN!reader || he doesn't like seeing you cry )

“What're you doing crying like that?” He asks as he unties your shoe. The heel of your shoe perches on top of his knee as he pulls it out of the neat little knot he made earlier.

Jack looks up at you, frowning slightly seeing the tears bubble up in your eyes. He gets up, putting your shoes off to the side. He walks back, sitting next to you on the couch.

“It's not like I died or anything. Cut it with the waterworks for me, please?” He asks, his voice softens as he speaks to you. Jack pulls you into his lap, his larger hands cup your waist. He didn't like seeing you cry.

Jack honestly didn't expect you to cry after hearing what he did on his latest mission. Did he tell you too much? Was he too graphic about his injuries? He came back in one piece, that's all that mattered to you, right? He's lost in his own thoughts as he holds you close, one of his hands cradles your head gently. Close. That's what he felt, right now, literally and figuratively.

Jack didn't like crying. All his years spent in the military left him unable to react much to it. He's seen rookies do it on their first days of camp. He'd grown used to it over the years.

But it was different for you. You taught him how to be soft. How to be gentle.

His eyes soften, the almost permanent furrowing on his brows droop as he looks at you. He couldn't really make sense of what you were saying as you cried over him. You shouldn't be crying over him, but you did anyway.

You were a self-proclaimed crybaby. You told Jack that on your first date. Teased for being one when you were a kid, still the same snot nosed babbling one you were now with the way your lip quivered as you cried in his lap. He's grown used to you crying, even if it catches him off guard at times.

What he could make out though were the words “You could've died!” Through shakey, almost shrill to the ears' breath. He can hear the stutter in your voice, behind those incoherent words. You always did that when you cried.

He doesn't really know what to do, what to say. He wants you to feel better. Jack wasn't really the best with words outside of the field. He was trying, trying to be better for you.

You were both there for each other. That's all that mattered.

Instead, he opts to pull you in closer for a hug. Hug you close to him, to his heart. Actions speak louder than words, right? He could feel your tears staining his shirt, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that he was there. That you were there.

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(Flufftober 2023) Nightmares

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Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Nightmares, Comforting Hugs, Comforting Words, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

(Flufftober Day 27)

"Do you need something else?"

"No, thank you. Jack."

There are no words to describe how you are feeling right now. They fail to capture the emotions in you. Your heart is pounding rapidly, and your vision has turned into a hazy fog devoid of guiding light.

Jack lingered his arm around your waist, drawing you gently into his delicate embrace. He draws closer until his comforting yet masculine aroma wanders around your presence. 

You nestled your head on his chest, sitting like a fragile creature on his lap.

The TV's white noise coursed through the entire room, creating a tranquil atmosphere between you and Jack. His gaze fell toward your figure, snuggled against his chest, your vulnerability in his arms, shivering and crying like a little cuckoo, so fragile yet so delicate.

The room is coated in black, revealing their mystery. The silence lends a creepy atmosphere, making Jack glance at the stairs, yet he finds nothing.

"Jack," you call him with a weak intonation. He brushed your hair with his fingers and noticed you were vulnerable. "How do I escape from this nightmare? I'm tired of pretending that I was strong."

You lose yourself in the darkest veil in your mind, building towering walls of despair. No matter how often you try to calm yourself, the nightmare persists. Ruined your nighttime.

You felt a suffocating weight on your chest as the cruel flashback trespassed your very mind, trying to manipulate you once again to push you down into another nightmare.

A slight kiss was placed on your head; he tightened his embrace, and now you can feel his heartbeat.

"I'm sorry, darling, but I don't have a good answer," he mused. "If I had, I'd have shared it long ago. But sweetheart, it doesn't mean I don't care."

"Hmm..."

You rub his palm with your fingertip. In that fleeting moment, you drown yourself in reverie, and the chilly air hangs with your emotions, connecting you to release your sorrow and pain. But...

"Darling," his voice resonated. "You don't need to be strong. It's okay to cry and  regret." 

He stopped and continued. "Repentance isn't a sin."

Oh... right. 

It isn't a crime.

But...

How could you make such a mistake?

After Operation Javier, you lost everything. Everything, including your will to live. You've tried to distance yourself from the tragedy. Yet the nightmare comes into your life and eats you alive like a monster.

Everyone is dead. Everyone is suffering.

But you're still here without any wounds on your body.

"Hey, listen to me," Jack mused. 

"I won't let you drown in the same nightmare over and over again. Even if my soul and mind are divided in seven ways, you will always be my home. I'll be your sun in your dark veil and bring a new moon into your life. So please don't be sad. Because, darling, your pain hurts me. I love you, and I miss your smile. Please come again to me and love me again."

Note : Damn, still crying over Operation Javier. Krauser doesn't deserve this. (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)

Sorry for the late update, hehe. But I promise I won't abandon this. Anyway, after this series ends, I'll upload a new Wesker fanfic and Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen).

It's been a long time since I've been writing about Gojo. I have posted so many times before on my FFn account; it's so fun writing about that man. Once the story is finished, I'll post it.

[alespov]

nsfw / sfw prompts list

a/n hi loves, here’s my sfw and nsfw prompt list. I have all of the Halloween requests finished. Just have to wait til October to post them! So I have more prompts, these make requests easier. Please give me details when requesting and read the requesting rules if you’re not sure! If you use these, then credit me - thank you 🖤

“You know, there was a time that I would have died for you”

“Maybe I just have a really bad taste in men.”

“All I ever wanted was you.”

hurt + comfort

alone together

one bed

found family

vacation

Falling in love with the best friend

i'm cold, come and cuddle me

Enemies to Lovers

Pen pals/ secret identity

Work adversaries

Amnesia/mistaken identity

Opposites attract

Forbidden love

Secret identity/billionaire/royal

Stuck together – ‘trapped in an elevator’

Best friend’s brother/sister

Second chance

Soul mates

sunshine x grumpy

dark secret

emotional scars

secret baby

Sudden/unexpected baby

Secret admirer

Disguise

Mistaken identity

Undercover love

Fling/one night stand (can lead to unexpected baby)

Altar diplomacy (arranged for political reasons)

Marriage before romance

Vegas/drunk marriage

In love with best man/chief bridesmaid/groom/ etc

Stranded

Three’s a crowd

If I can’t have you, nobody will

Long distance relationship

Second chance romance/first love

Return to hometown/reunion romance

All grown up

Working with the ex

Not good enough for him/her (pov of anyone)

Unattainable love interest/one -sided

Dating the wrong person/fall in love with the wrong person

Afraid to commit

Can’t spit it out/Say I love you or how they feel

Job

Men in uniform

Priest

Bodyguard

Office romance/work colleagues/boss/employee

Dark past

Dark secret

Emotional scars

Broken in some way

Break up to save him/her

Kidnapped

Protector

Nsfw

Dry Humping

Face Fucking

Begging

Masturbation

Daddy Kink

Praising

Sex Pollen

Voyeurism

Breeding

Forced Orgasm

Exhibitionism

Loss of Virginity

Uniform Kink

Spanking

Toys

Unprotected Sex

Dirty Talk

Restraints

Creampie

Marking

Being Recorded

Fingerfucking

phone sex

wall sex

age gap

choking

cockwarming

car sex

poly (2-3 extra people besides reader)

degradation kink

[roseglazedlens]

⦑ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥 ⦒ ✧.*

pairing(s): jack krauser x masc! reader synopsis: your fiancé is late from his morning runs once again. he's hiding something, you don't know what it is yet, but you will uncover the truth on your special day—september 19th 2023. content: masculine pronouns used twice, fluff, misunderstanding trope, mentions of metaltango a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @sporeghost for turning 27!!! did i surprise you hehehhe? :3 for rhys, the no.1 krauser supporter! thank you for reaching out, for being my first follower + friend on this platform, you're always so nice to me & such a writing inspiration! also busted my ass trying a new style on this (word doc says 56 hours oml) - tbh idk if any of it makes sense, but if it did, hope you enjoy it!! « 1.8 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

Footsteps, lightly tread across the floorboard. Barely a squeak breathes the dawn mist as Krauser tightens his sneaker’s laces, attempting to not rouse you from your slumber. His routine of discipline ingrained into him—unyielding—even during his off days. The gentle thuds fade into the silence, with only a dull creak of the door to signal Krauser leaving your shared home.

You shift yourself in the cocoon of white linen, rolling into the warm side of the bed where your fiancé just laid. Smother yourself in the pillows that still linger his morning scent and the reminders of his residue warmth. This isn’t unusual for you and your fiancé—you had accustomed to his early morning antics during these years of common lodging.

Yet it is unusual that in these couple of weeks, he leaves home much later, and often staying past afternoon outside. A brewing suspicion stalks your thoughts—that whether these early mornings are just ‘runs’ or an attempt to escape from the serenity and comfort.

The door creaks open as you are lounging on the couch. The sun is hanging high now, blinding the floorboards on your living space. It was almost the afternoon—No call, no text, no ‘I’ll be late’. You tried to get comfortable, read a little, shoo the irrationality from your conscious despite your better judgement. After all, Krauser has been nothing but the best fiancé in the world beside this short period of time.

“How was your run, Jack?” You lower your book slightly when Krauser enters the room, inspecting him from the corner of your eye.

“It was good, sweetie.” Krauser responds as he unties his shoelaces. Taking firm steps to you. Bending over to plant a kiss on your forehead. Nothing out of the ordinary. “How was your book?”

“Good.” You lie. Your mind so occupied that you were just reading words, not sentences. Even the lustful thrills and toe-clenching horrors of Stephen King can’t get you out of this sickened mood.

You can’t help but notice how his shirt isn’t sweat-stained, his hair still slicked back, which he never does before a run because it will sweat into its original state. The thought weighs your mind as Krauser positions his exercise bag next to the couch as he slumps to the seat next to you.

“You’re a bit late today.” It isn’t your intention to ambush him the moment he comes home, but it sure sounds like it.

Those eyelashes bat with steady coolness, reaching over you to collect the TV remote. Not even an impulsive twitch on his finger, like nothing was wrong. Like there wasn’t a question viciously aching your brain and plaguing your thoughts. You see bandaids over his left hand—between the creased joint of his thumb, across the open arch of pliant skin sloping towards the rest of the fingers. Through the corner of your eyes, you see the strip tugged around the pads of his index finger—still freshly beige instead of greying from everyday wear and tear.

You can’t figure out whether it was just his serene normality or his unpiercable lie, one that he had grown proficient in after years of training.

“Yeah. It was a long run.” A pause. Airing with a tension of something unsaid. The charming voices spoken through the TV felt solemn, sarcastic with how their laughter fractures the space you share. You clear your throat. “Anything else?”

“Not really.” Krauser sits in his silence, retreating into his own world that feels far, far away from you right now. You notice he hasn’t looked at you once, and then those same eyes turn to you. He knows you’re watching him, waiting for him to say something, demanding an answer—of any kind—to soothe the thoughts in your brain.

Krauser hesitates, fumbling the words as he does so. “I guess… I ran into Leon at the park.”

“Leon, huh.” Jealousy creeps behind your throat, following with a venom that taints your breath. “What— so you’re telling me, you came home late. And just happen to bump into Leon?”

“Look— It’s not what you think.” Krauser opens his mouth in attempts of honesty, but closes into a lie. “We just talked. That’s all.”

“You’re hiding something from me, Jack.” Your fists clench itself first, then threatens with a hitch of breath that will crack the glass that’s been patched together over and over. The words came out weak, much weaker than you anticipated. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I didn’t even stop to say hi.” He frantically clicks through the channels, hoping to find something that may diverge your attention to the screen, and ultimately, dropping this whole topic together.

“You and Leon— did something happen? I won’t get mad, I promise.”

“Drop it.” His answer is straight. Rough on the edges. A command. Too militarian for you who simply desires honesty and transparency. “You’re jumping to conclusions.”

The remote drops to the floor.

A thud. A harsh clack. The device’s back compartment detaches, and the batteries fall, rolling away. Alike the distance between you two, coming undone and splaying across the hardwood floor. Krauser curses a little under his breath as he grabs the batteries, grateful that can buy extra time for his answer and composure.

“Wanna watch something?” His voice slows, as if to convince himself he’s not mad—doesn’t deserve to be—for being the one who raises his voice. But those are merely words, not actions, to diffuse tension that suffocates: laboured and too late. You let his request hang the air as you rise, beelining to the bedroom door as you leave him in the grief of betrayed silence.

September 19th

You begin to regret every part of this petty fight you have been upholding on your end. Krauser tries to call a truce with you every night, seducing you with meaningless praise while simultaneously not revealing the truth that aches your brain.

Krauser crawls into your side of the bed, embracing you—and despite being hardly awake, you are awake enough to comprehend all the ridges of his chest and ab muscles flushing against your back—which earns a slight groan from you as you pull his arm over you. You guess you can make an exception, it being your birthday after all.

“Happy birthday, my fiancé.” He pecks a kiss onto your shoulders, submerging you in both the warmth of his words and body.

You whispered a laboured ‘thanks’ underneath sleepy breath. Something about being embraced by your lover as the dawn hits is magical, but at this moment, you slide away with how the thoughts over the brewing tension these past few days.

Krauser sighs understandingly, turning over to his bedside table to rustle something from his drawers before turning back to you. “You might not be mad at me after this.”

You watch as his hands hold out something in his back. Curious instinct leads you to lean in and peek behind him, which Krauser shifts the item to his other hand, disguising it from your view. You scoff: “Well, can I have it?”

“Huh. Not mad anymore?” A corner of his lips upturn into a snicker.

Your frown. “Keep this up, maybe I’ll stay mad.”

“But don’t you want your present?” Krauser is grinning. He’s enjoying this too much. Bringing his hand forward, a box—humble in size and shape—in front of you, ribbon dangling through the hook between his index finger. As you lift your arms, Krauser moves it higher up where you cannot reach.

“I should be getting two gifts, one for an apology and another for my birthday.” You taunt at him some more, snatching the box from his fingers to nestle it in your arms. Ribbon ties crookedly on the top, and the birthday wrapping messily tucked into the side only elevates the charm of its homemade genuineness and warmth.

You look at the box, then turn your head up to Krauser again. He gives you a smiling nod, a go-ahead to unravel your gift. Then you peel off the gift wrap, careful at first, but eventually tearing them apart when the wrapping can’t be preserved. You open the lid.

Two wooden sculptures, just short of six inches. Each consist of a short bulky stem imprinted with a face, a sloped cap—painted red and green with careful dotted whites—shielding the face like a tiny umbrella. The left figure has a pinched eyebrow, dips forming downturned lips that made it look so serious. A distinct cheek scar running across his face that you recognise from anywhere. And the other figure… well, that’s you.

“What…” You shuffle your lookalike out of its cardboard support and hold it in your palm, spinning it to catch all the details in the light.

Krauser grins, picking up the other figure to position it next to his cheek. Then he copies the sculpture’s expression, almost uncannily alike himself. You let out a snicker at the sight, and as if your smile is contagious, he laughs too, breaking character. “Well… I might have spent too many tries perfecting this.”

You look at the two little mushroom sculptures next to each other. It’s no professional work, but each careful dip and curve is genuine, practiced and carved with love. You feel Krauser’s gaze on you.

“You made this?” Now you notice the gentle dip of bags underneath his eyes. Lids are droopy. Exerted.

“Do you like it?” He asks, tone growing softer in relief.

You didn’t answer, simply letting your replica’s face lightly crash against each other. Krauser inches closer, falling his lips against yours. The kiss is brief, but long enough for the exchange of mutual connection and forgiveness. You smile once more, placing the two sculptures right next to your window sill. It sits proudly on your sill as the light shines in, as if it belongs there perfectly.

“I’m not very good at lying, as you’ve figured out. I just needed any excuse so you won’t figure out your surprise.” Krauser lets out a deep sigh of relief, tapping you on your nose affectionately. “Thank god it’s over. I never want to hide anything from you again.”

“Thank you.” came your sincere gratitude. “Maybe you should teach me how to do this.”

“Oh, I don’t know if you’ll like it. It’s harder than it looks.” He pulls you closer, lessening the distance between you two. “Besides, those beautiful hands of yours shouldn’t be touching those sharp knives.”

“What if I don’t mind a bit of danger?”

“Well...” Krauser snickers, bringing his lips to your forehead. “Then I guess I can teach you a few things, my prince.”

“Oh, so you’re my knight now, is it?” You chuckle.

“Yes, your highness.” Krauser bows his head humorously, trying to his best not to chuckle. “Anything you heart desires.”

“If that’s case,” You wrap your hands around his back, and falls back onto the bed, pulling him with you. “I’m ordering you to stay.”

Krauser looks at you, the warmth in his chest blooming. And for a moment, nothing mattered. Just you and this bed is all he needs. He smiles deeply this time.

“We can definitely arrange that.”

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. tags: @scar-crossedlvrs @obsolescent © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

[sftandwet]

holiday ★ krauser giving u lots of love, a pretty husband. ─ cw. fingering, pwp, masturbation, smut, MDNI | I did it so fast I don't even know if it's cohesive lol ♡ i hope yall like, tell me if something is wrong! kiss kiss.

A cold and cloudy holiday was perfect for you and your husband to enjoy together, snuggled up on the couch watching movies while eating popcorn and drinking some sodas. You prepared everything, from what you would eat to what you would drink and watch. As soon as both of you got out of bed, you quickly got ready to spend the afternoon together on the couch, cherishing each other's company.

Jack used to work a lot, hardly ever setting foot in his house due to long working hours. Even on weekends, it was difficult to see him. However, in a rare event, his day off coincided with the holiday, which was a perfect fit for you to be close together.

However, even though the movie went on for hours none of you were paying attention, Krauser was too busy fingering your pussy while kissing your lips, stifling your moans as he ran his cum-soaked fingers over your abused clit, only pulling his fingers away. to fuck your pussy while you feel your cum dripping and your fingers slide perfectly into your hole. The holiday was ending and Krauser wanted to make the most of it by eating u ♡

[smutbutoutofnowhere]

pinterest never lies…

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Texting them “I need you right now”

Note: hi everyone! So sorry for not posting in months, life wasn't easy on me. I managed to sort things out (hopefully they will stay organised this time, or else I'm starting a new life in Spain), and I plan to write more. I'm also taking commissions again (the financial situation it's not good, so every commission would help me a lot!). Anyway, I haven't written anything since January, so please be kind with me.

He won't see your text right away because he's a busy man. After he has some free time, he checks his phone and immediately opens the chat with you, ignoring everyone else.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"I just don't feel okay. Can you come over?"

The text is demanding, and he knows something is wrong with you, so he tries to finish faster whatever he had planned for that day, which he fails because he is constantly thinking about you. So, he dropped everything and came to you. 

Wesker is a man of his word, so he arrives on time.

"Have you been crying, my love?" he asked as he saw that your eyes were all red and your face was swollen.

"Yeah...petty reason." 

"If it was petty, you wouldn't have called me."

You wasted no time and threw yourself in his arms, sinking into his embrace and burring your face into his chest.

Being busy all the time, you barely see him. Maybe once a month nowadays, and this long wait only contributed to your sadness. You yearned to talk with someone like him because he made you feel safe. You knew he was listening, and you knew he didn't judge. Also, he would comfort you with small kisses and gentle touches and would praise you for being strong.

He moved you to your sofa, made your favourite tea, and listened carefully as you talked about your worries and recent unfortunate events.

During that time, he received a lot of calls and texts, but he turned his phone on silent because his main priority was you.

He hugged you tight, telling you that he'd always be there for you, no matter what. One hand would gently massage your hair, and the other would massage your back. It hurt him so damn much to see you like this and hear you sob in his arms. He wanted to hurt everyone who caused you to end up like this, and he was very vocal about his intentions.

"You can't protect me from the world, Albert. All you can do is be here for me when I need it."

He didn't like your response or agree with your opinion, but for now, he kept you tight to his chest.

He usually stays until you feel better, and then he leaves to do his work. He will be worried all day because you're still on his mind, so he checks on you frequently, promising to take you on a small trip to calm your mind.

The government agent is always busy. He's either stuck in his office completing paperwork, training new recruits, or on a mission on the other side of the globe.

He wasn't away on the field, so when he saw your text, he immediately responded. Even if he was busy doing desk duty or fighting, he would try to respond asap (he will hide in a corner if he had to, if that means he'll get five minutes of peace to text you back because he knows how worried you can get). 

"What's wrong, doll?"

"I don't feel well. Can you come over?"

A pretty demanding text means an urgent need, so he left early, abandoning everything he had scheduled for today. That annoyed some of his superiors, but he got away without much trouble.

Leon tried his best to arrive on time. He was being pressured by time and worry; he drove like a maniac to your place on his motorcycle, but he stopped to buy your favorite sweets.

"I bought you something good," he said, smiling in the doorframe and opening the bag to show the inside. However, his smile dropped. 

"Have you been crying?" he asked, quickly cupping your face and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Your face was flushed and very warm to the touch, and your eyes were swollen and teary.

"Yeah...petty reason."

"You don't cry like that for a petty reason," he said as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You quickly hugged him and burried your nose at the crook of his neck. He hugged you back tight, a trail of kisses caressing your skin, starting from your neck to your face.

He guided you to the bed, where he listened to you and held you tight. His fingers kept brushing over your face, and his lips would occasionally press tiny, affectionate kisses over your skin. His body was glued to yours, and the warmth from such an intimate embrace made you feel safe. You felt safe not only to express your emotions, but you also felt sheltered from the rest of the world.

"You are not alone," he whispered as his hand caressed your back in a gentle manner. "I told you, no matter how hard it gets, we'll find a way to get through it together." 

He usually stays until he makes sure you feel better. After that, he texts you the whole day, asking how you feel because he can't ease his own anxiety. He promised to take you on a vacation.

He noticed your text right away, but he's stuck with his research and can't reply instantly. He will text you back as soon as he can.

"What's wrong, mi bella princesa?"

"I just don't feel okay. Can you come over?"

With much difficulty and a lot of excuses, he manages to leave his laboratory and come to your place.

Upon seeing your red and watery eyes, he quickly came inside and cupped your face.

"Have you been crying?" he asked, worried, his fingers brushing over your warm, red cheeks.

"yeah...petty reasons." You tried your best to smile.

"Querida, you don't cry like that because of petty reasons." He gently kissed your forehead.

He pulled closer to him, and you quickly hugged him, buring your face into his chest. Luis kept kissing you and whispering kind words to help you feel better.

"Just talk to me, ok? There isn't anything in this world that we can't get through."

Despite the firm grip around your body, he managed to caress you with tenderness. His strokes were as delicate as a feather, and every soft kiss felt warm and loving. 

He was so kind and gentle, and his attitude only made you more vulnerable, so you started crying again.

"Please, my love, don't cry. It breaks my heart to see you like this." He whispered.

He guided you to the bed and cuddled with you. His arms were wrapped around your body, and his nose was buried in your hair.

"Is there anything I can do to make it all go away?" He said, hand stroking your back. 

"No, just hold me like this."

It breaks his heart to see you like that, so he kept thinking about making you feel better.

"How about you and I go for a walk?" He said this as his fingers ran through your smooth hair. "Or we can stay here and cuddle; watch that movie you like. I can make something to eat, and we can relax."

"It sounds good," you said, your smile making a shy return. "I'm sorry if I freaked you out."

"it's fine." He pressed a lingering kiss on your cheek. "You know I'm always here for you."

"I know, and I appreciate that." You caressed his face, your fingers exploring every inch, going through his fluffly hair over his beard and over his lips. You two were looking at each other with the same enamoured gaze as in the beginning.

"We can spend some time tomorrow if you want," he added, being enchanted by the shared intimate moment, feeling drawn in by your presence, and wanting to spend more time with you.

"What about work?" you asked.

"Don't worry, as much as I hate it, I will find the lab in the same place I left it today."

Your light chuckle made him feel a little better. Whenever you are sad, he feels his heart shatter into tiny pieces. You mean the world to him, and he'd do anything to protect you.

He was training the new recruits when his phone buzzed in his pocket. After a quick glance, he gave the men a five-minute break so he could respond to you. Jack blames himself for not giving you proper attention since he is always on the field, so when he can, he drops everything and focuses on you entirely.

"What's wrong, beautiful?"

"I don't feel well. Can you come over?"

His subordinates were thrilled to find out that they had the rest of the day off.

He is a punctual man, so he arrives on time and not a minute late, holding a bag with your favourite snacks.

He tried to hide his worry behind a comforting smile. He quickly noticed your puffy face and teary eyes.

"Have you been crying?" he asked in a low tone, coming closer to you. He cups your face and brings you closer to him, pressing small, gentle kisses all over your face. His tenderness was endearing, so much so that warm tears began to drip down your cheeks again.

"It's just...petty reasons." You said it with a trembling voice.

"Bullshit."

He pulled you closer to his chest and held you tight. His hands were stroking your back, his head pressed to yours. His much larger frame swallowed you whole, seeming as if you had disappeared completely.

You felt safe in his arms. It was so warm and comforting, and not only his embrace made you feel this way, but also his reassuring words that he'd whisper constantly.

He carried you to the bed, and as he was sitting close to you, he brushed his fingers over your check and listened closely to what you had to say. It broke his heart to see you like this, and he couldn’t stop asking himself if, if he were there more often for you, you would still end up like this. This type of question tormented him, and you could feel that.

“I’m sorry, maybe it’s a lot too dump on you.” You said this as you caressed his face, your fingers trailing over his scars.

“No, not at all, love.” He took your hand and placed a lingering kiss in your palm. “I just wish I was there for you more often.”

“Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. The important thing is that you’re here now, and that means a lot to me."

You felt his lips kissing you softly once your head was pressed against his chest. 

He still feels guilty, but it doesn't press over his shoulder as hard anymore. He promised to spend more time with you.

[mychoombatheroomba]

Between the Bones Chapter List

Act 1

Chapter 1: Too Slow Chapter 2: Proper Introductions Chapter 3: Your Move Chapter 4: Bruises are the Best Teachers Chapter 5: Up Close and Personal Chapter 6: Back to Back . . . Chapter 7: . . . Against the World Chapter 8: Say You'll Be There Chapter 9: Danger Close Chapter 10: Firing Range Chapter 11: Proximity Alert Chapter 12: Let You Down Chapter 13: Better This Way Chapter 14: Afterburn Chapter 15: Thank God, You're Finally Home Chapter 16: Quiet Moments Chapter 17: A Losing Game Chapter 18: Razor's Edge Chapter 19: Moment's Silence (NSFW)

Act 2

Chapter 20: Choices and Consequences Chapter 21: Interrogation Chapter 22: Voices Carry Chapter 23: Compartmentalization Chapter 24: Dehumanizing Chapter 25: Only You (NSFW) Chapter 26: Idle Fantasies Chapter 27: Show Them What You Can Do Chapter 28: Bloody Lessons Chapter 29: Pack Mentality Chapter 30: Old Hurts Healing Chapter 31: Hell of a Vacation Chapter 32: Don't Breathe . . . Chapter 33: . . . Don't Break Chapter 34: Two Steps Back

Act 3

Chapter 35: Weakest Links Chapter 36: Don't Let Go Chapter 37: Hard Truths Chapter 38: Covert Operations Chapter 39: Black-Out Names Chapter 40: Letters From Home Chapter 41: For the Fallen Chapter 42: A Little Sorrowed Talk Chapter 43: Still I Can't Escape the Ghost of You Chapter 44: I'll Be Missing You Chapter 45: Secrets and Steel Chapter 46: Lessons Final and Familiar Chapter 47: To Be Alone With You (NSFW) Chapter 48: Not A Word Chapter 49: The Crucible (Part 1) Chapter 50: The Crucible (Part 2) Chapter 51: Race Against Time Chapter 52: All That Remains Chapter 53: Fade Out

More chapters to come!

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Incorrect Quote

Y/n - I think my medicine is having a weird side effect. I can't get this horrible taste out of my mouth.

Jack - Let me check. *proceeds to shove his tongue into (Y/n)'s mouth, and make out for a solid thirty seconds.* Tastes fine to me.

Y/n - *to stunned to even remember how to breathe.*

[a-sleepy-raven]

Hey, I just saw your post about requests. Could you write about Krauser and for a word maybe flowers

Here you go, dear anon. First time writing for Krauser, so I hope he's not too ooc in this. Have fun reading. <3

notes: established relationship, it's reader's birthday

Jack Krauser + “flowers”

It’s not even 8 am when your doorbell rings, a high and annoying sound that disrupts your usual Sunday morning routine of lounging around in bed as long as possible, mindlessly scrolling through social media or getting lost in a book you picked up recently. You look up from your phone, contemplating to ignore the early visitor but the next moment, the doorbell rings again, and you realize that it’s probably in vain not to react. Whoever is standing in front of your door right now seems to be very eager to see you now.

With a groan, you toss the blanket aside and put on a pair of fluffy socks before you make your way to the door. “On my way,” you call out. After a couple of seconds of fumbling with your keys to unlock the door, you open it – and are greeted by a rather unusual sight: Jack Krauser in civilian clothing and with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. 

“Uhm… morning?” you say, not really sure how to react to the surprise visit. Sure, you had planned to meet up later today and maybe grab a drink or something to celebrate your birthday but you haven’t expected him to stop by this early.

“Happy Birthday,” he replies stiffly and hands you the flowers. They’re beautifully arranged, with just the right amount of greenery that makes the colors of the petals pop. 

“Uh…” Your expression is one of utter disbelief as you try to comprehend what’s going on. Not once in your relationship have you received flowers from him. So, a little dumbfounded, you look at the bouquet in your hands and then back at the Major. “You got me flowers for my birthday?” 

“Yeah, I got you flowers. Don’t make a big deal out of this now,” Krauser warns you but the moment you start to beam at him, he knows that you will make a big deal out of this. And maybe rightfully so. He’s not the type for romantic gestures like that, heck, he despises getting all sappy, but at the same time, it gives him an odd feeling of satisfaction to see you so happy. 

When you throw your arms around his neck, he wraps his arm around your lower back and gently squeezes you against him. A hint of a smile flashes over his face. Maybe he should consider gifting you flowers more often because nothing will ever compare to the way your eyes lit up in joy today.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it, please consider reblogging, liking and/or leaving some feedback. I'd really appreciate the support.

[homicidal-slvt]

{Redoing this poll}

[cho-aaacho]

(Flufftober 2023) Corn Maze

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Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Corn Maze, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

(Flufftober Day 29)

"Are you sure?"

You couldn't resist but gaze into the allure of the cornfield. The hues of orange and green enchant the backdrop in front of you. The sun above your head is painted a vibrant yellow. Its warmth saturated the air as if it were a summer night.

The scene felt almost surreal. You were suspended between reality and reverie, which played tricks on you. Because. How could the sky be so beautiful but feel so strange at the same time? 

With your eyes, you could see a pastel blue sky entwined with the shades of gray and white of the clouds, lending them an abstract vibe.

The man before you gave a warm, teasing smile as he pedaled his bike. "You know, I'm an expert at this maze. Just leave everything to me, shall we?"

"Okay," you breathed with a hint of tiredness in your voice, playfully pinching his waist. "But we are not lost, aren't we?"

Cycling during the day, especially in the heart of an endless corn maze, isn't a good idea. Yet, after trying to find a hidden gem place to spend your lovely day, Jack invites you to discover his corn maze adventure, and honestly, it's kind of hard to refuse.

His endearing gestures and his charming moves melted you even more and made you surrender to his sweet words.

His eyes, his words, the way he talks to you, and the slight tender kiss he plants on your lips—it feels like magic work, hypnotized, and it's a kind of enchantment, rendering you with a red hue on your cheeks.

He rode the bike gently, trying to make you comfortable. "Well, but you agreed to go on a corn maze trip; you can't complain about it, right?"

"Alright, fine. You win this time."

With each pedal, he hummed a gentle melody, and you tilted your head, observing a bird swaying on the horizon. The sunlight joyfully bathed your presence, caressing your visage with its yellow hue.

Summoning your spirit, you fixed your gaze on the broad back in front of you—the protector, the guardian who shielded you from every harm every single day.

How could you forget these facts? Even when he says something crazy or nonsensical, his love and protection will always stay in your life, no matter what.

Suddenly, you wrapped your arms around Jack's waist, embracing him gently with your love, cradled in his scent, and showering him with your love. Your sweat danced in the air as his lips curled into a subtle smile.

"What's up? Are you tired?" He mused. 

"No, Jack. I just realized that the corn maze trip isn't that bad. Thank you for inviting me."

He giggled. "Oh, darling, you're welcome."

[alespov]

apple picking with Krauser? I would love if it was really fluffy! I want to pick apples with him and snuggle with him so bad

-🐺

[Apple of my eye. J.Krauser ]

Tw : none, just fluff. No gender specified.

A/N : hii my loves, I’m terribly sorry I haven’t been so active in here. I’ve just been in a terrible place mentally. Happy October 1st 🎃

“ An apple orchard orchard seriously.” Jack huffed as he followed behind you carrying a basket filled with delicious apples. You were going to use the apples to make caramel apples and a few other sweet treats. You looked at your husband with a smile, it was nice to see him in the civilian world, even though he was a bit grumpy.

“Yes my love, it's for tonight.”. You let out a delightful giggle as he playfully rolled his eyes. At last, he caught up with you and tenderly embraced you in his arms. You reciprocated his hug, leaning in to plant a soft, loving kiss upon his lips.

“Fine but I’m picking the movies.” He mumbled into your lips, and you of course were fine with this.

“Alright then it’s settled, Let’s go grab some more apples so we can have a variety.”

Hand in hand the both of you walked around the orchard admiring the spooky decorations and taking photos with the wooden cutouts.

“Hey Jack look at this one!” With a gleeful squeal, you admired the cutout of two captivating pumpkins. Eagerly, you positioned the Polaroid on the stool graciously provided by the orchard for everyone's convenience. Hastily setting the timer, you dashed to secure your spot just in time for the picture. As the Polaroid captured the moment, you hurried to retrieve your snapshot from the camera, excitement brimming within you.

You and Jack looked down at the photo, and saw two people in love. He kissed your forehead, and pulled you closer to him. So he could wrap an arm around you, while the both of you made it to barn.

< I’ll make the masterlist later >